I walk quickly, city savvy, righteously scorning the oblivious loiterers congregating in the middle of the sidewalk. When I’m not internally criticizing those I pass, I delight in the city around me. Happily I walk along, noticing building details, unexpected spring flowers, and public sculptures. These last few days, though, I had to slow down. Somehow, unbeknownst to me I got tendonitis behind my knee and walking became painful.  

            I like being on the go.   I don’t rest much. I more or less collapse when I become exhausted. But pain stopped me. I slowed down, walked less and enjoyed time off. I saw a movie on HBO, read a bit, cooked very little, and listened to a lot of music. It was a good break.

            Today I ventured out walking through two parks, uncertain how far I could go before pain slowed me down. I was able to get to my destination. It was a beautiful day, and I was happy to be out and about. Even so, I missed my short break. I don’t like being in pain, but slowing down every once in awhile is a lovely treat. I may just give that gift to myself every once in awhile.